Twelve Days of Summer (TAEKOOK) {18+} COMPLETE

Day 2.2

The voices get closer and a sound of a bicycle bell rings. They have found the bikes which means they are only right over the ridge! Taehyung is desperate to call for Jungkook but if he did that, he would surely only alert the men to his presence.

Just when he's about to lose hope, he hears a rustling in the bushes and some indistinct speaking. The voices grow distant again.

Taehyung nearly has a heart attack when Jungkook pushes through the undergrowth.

"Thank g-"

"What do we have here?" He stalks closer and the tension already churning inside Taehyung rises another notch.

This isn't Jungkook, this is a stranger, he reminds himself, mouth drying. He pretends to struggle against the ropes but it's hard to fake it when the tightness around him feels too good, he's already trembling under Jungkook's dark gaze and nothing has even happened yet.

"W-who are you? Help me." He doesn't have to fake the shake in his voice, he has enough adrenaline in his body to spike a dead man back to life.

Jungkook strolls closer without answering, he takes his time to circle around Taehyung's helpless figure without touching, raking eyes over every bit of skin, gaze lingering on the obvious strain in his underpants.

Then, he leans right in, until they are almost cheek to cheek.

"Why would I do that?"

Taehyung gasps, loudly. The obviously dark intentions in the tone of Jungkook's voice, his seemingly ruthless gaze, they take him to places, into unnamed, dark crevices inside him, ones he didn't even know existed. It's just one step deeper into the tense excitement he is already feeling because of the scenario, because of the surprise appearance of the strangers. Taehyung is practically panting.

It's like he's really being threatened by a stranger but there is no fear because it's Jungkook. It's perfect, everything is so perfect.

"You wouldn't dare," he hisses, with surprising gusto, struggling again, to no avail.

The dark chuckle makes Taehyung stall for a moment, it's beginning to feel like Jungkook is really sinking into his role as a bad guy even though roleplaying isn't something that comes naturally to him. This is new. Cold damp gathers in the groove of Taehyung's back at the thought of what this version of him might be capable of.

A hand spreads around his bobbing throat, pressing enough to push him fully against the tree. Oh fuck. Instantly, Taehyung is taken back to when he managed to finally get Jungkook to choke him over Christmas, and it immediately sets off a cascade of pleads somewhere deep, the pathetic, whiny thing inside him getting closer and closer to the surface.

He wants it, he really, really wants it.

It takes everything in him to not resort to begging. With colossal effort, he keeps the urge down, reminding himself that playing his part for longer will make everything even better.

He tries to kick but Jungkook steps close, pushing a thigh between his legs, effectively pacifying him. Surprise fingers push into his mouth, two, three.

"Ahh." Taehyung struggles, but he can't hide the eyes rolling in pleasure at the stretching of his mouth.

"What are we going to do with you?" Jungkook mutters, as if somehow privy to Taehyung's earlier crazy thoughts about multiple Jungkooks. Casually, he just keeps pushing fingers in and out until spit drips down the chin and Taehyung wants to whine, so bad. He tries to twist away but the wet fingers wrap around his jaw.

"Let's see what we've got, shall we?" Jungkook's lips ghost against the wet mouth, a quick lick of tongue makes Taehyung jump out of his skin. Before he realises what the words mean, wet fingers push under his waistband.